Is it time to send me to the home yet?  I mean I feel about ninety now, forget everything, hate everything I don’t understand, can’t keep up with technology, never go out…..shit let me stop before I go lay in traffic.

You ever notice how we all got phones now, even homeless people…and never want to answer the motherfucker?  My phone is on silent nine hundred percent of the time, and the best way to get me is with a text.  Well My personal one anyways, the work one?  I like to think it as the ruin of man, the wrecker of homes, just a general abortion of reason or happiness.

So yeah.  I done went to ancestry and got one of them estimates...and the shits worse than going to the dealer for car repairs. I mean i saw one before and that shit was awesome! I was so hype when I saw a sale around fathers day I said FUCK YES I'M IN! Then the results came back .....

Well hello world. I suppose by now I should be reformed and want to help everyone out.  I don’t have to struggle like I did and guess I lost my mojo.  But…..you know…you always get a feel for the old shit like skid marks in your pants sometimes.

I gotta bang out this volume like a cheap prostitute taking back shots at a hotel on Lamar.  It's never gonna be quantity
its always quality, like the time you should spend with your wife and kids...but don't cause you got a drinking problem and
your dick stopped working after you got hit over the head with a dildo that fell out the closet.

You know I think sometimes I should just go on and cut my hair, wear some nice clothes and be professional.
Then I realize I have a sleeve of tattoos, crazy ass face and hate the world.  So much for that leaf turning over.

Man what to say....my worlds got shattered again...I got so many things going and now I got no where to put em.  I started tie up loose ends in life like the band on your depends, but shit still spills out the sides.....and
you know what?  It still stinks.

How many times we gotta hit this same damn pot hole.  How many times we gonna smoke off the same pipe and get the same hepatitis x?  If you forget history your doomed to repeat it right?  No?  Ah I forgot…you got to be able to read to learn history….wait no. Again I apologize….comprehend is a better word…or was that to many consonants for you Pat Sajak?

So I got that drip.  No cap.  Yeah I know...old dog and all right?  Still barking motherfuckers.  Yeah you thought I was down for the count, this work shit got me wet but still smellin like the king. 

Bases loaded...bottom of the ninth.....wait...I don't like fucking baseball.  I can't throw a football anymore...run a mile?  Do I look like want to be in a commercial for cardiac arrest?  I guess I got on a roll...I had another crisis and this time this shit is infinite, like Dc comics written by Eminem.
So why don't we just gon on and set some records straight like a protractor....